Crazy On You (Riley)
Jul 28, 2013 13:19:31 GMT -5
Post by Riley Coleson on Jul 28, 2013 13:19:31 GMT -5
Well, seeing as Riley wasn't especially ticklish, and he didn't really have any kind of weaknesses like that - or so he would say - he wasn't too worried. Besides, it's not like he'd ever admit to or let her know if he did have any. So, he considered himself in the safe zone, for now at least. ''I wanna see you try, babe.'', he replied with a sheepish grin and pressed his fingertips against her ribs and attacked her with tickles.
The blonde? Oh right, Riley had completely forgotten about that loose skank. ''Nah, she got nothin' on you, gurl.'', he said with a devilish, little smirk and cocked his head to the side. Honestly, the blonde who he didn't even bother to remember the name of wasn't all that. Sure, she was pretty enough to make someone jealous with, but she was nothing more than something one would use for a one night kind of deal, and Riley wasn't interested in that. If he ever decided on settling down, it'd be for something real and lasting.
As Layla started to regain back her control, Riley couldn't help but letting out a faint chuckle. She leaned in close and whispered into his ear. Oh yeah, he knew that move. He invented it. ''Sorry, couldn't see all that much through all those clothes.'' He was bent on not letting her win, whatever they were fighting over. He wasn't going to let her tease him like that, besides it would probably screw the poor virgin up. He could only withstand so much, seeing as he didn't really know what he was missing - or know what he wasn't. Sure, her move made him feel lightheaded and made his mind dig into quite the few dark corners, but he didn't want something like that. Sex was completely out of the question. ''Besides, didn't seem like you minded the whole thing yourself, seeing as you're still here and I don't have another hand mark on my face.'' He could smell her hair, her skin, everything. Damn, she smelled good.
The blonde? Oh right, Riley had completely forgotten about that loose skank. ''Nah, she got nothin' on you, gurl.'', he said with a devilish, little smirk and cocked his head to the side. Honestly, the blonde who he didn't even bother to remember the name of wasn't all that. Sure, she was pretty enough to make someone jealous with, but she was nothing more than something one would use for a one night kind of deal, and Riley wasn't interested in that. If he ever decided on settling down, it'd be for something real and lasting.
As Layla started to regain back her control, Riley couldn't help but letting out a faint chuckle. She leaned in close and whispered into his ear. Oh yeah, he knew that move. He invented it. ''Sorry, couldn't see all that much through all those clothes.'' He was bent on not letting her win, whatever they were fighting over. He wasn't going to let her tease him like that, besides it would probably screw the poor virgin up. He could only withstand so much, seeing as he didn't really know what he was missing - or know what he wasn't. Sure, her move made him feel lightheaded and made his mind dig into quite the few dark corners, but he didn't want something like that. Sex was completely out of the question. ''Besides, didn't seem like you minded the whole thing yourself, seeing as you're still here and I don't have another hand mark on my face.'' He could smell her hair, her skin, everything. Damn, she smelled good.